Built for Bad

II'm still learning how to bend. I've mostly stumbled into a life spent chasing the heroism of the men I've read about, met, and grown up around. I blame David Gemmell for 90% of my life's decisions. I've spent the last decade chasing dreams of college football, true love, new york city, fire fighting, screen writing, hard-folk rockstar-dom, and writing...came close with a few, utterly failed at a couple, and succeeded at none. Where I am now, what I'm doing, and where I'm going...I can honestly say, I have the best job in the world, I've found that last dragon worth slaying, and I'm just trying to enjoy the ride. I've grown and cut probably four feet of hair over the years...sported beards, mustaches, goatees, and five o'clock shadows...gone through drinking, jock, drinking, harder drinking, punk rock, cowboy, back to jock, back to harderer drinking, and back to cowboy stages...and always stuck out as a fraud. I want to see the world. I want to fall in terrifying love. I want to never settle down. I want to drive across the country with my dog. I want to live harder and wilder than most people have the guts to. And i want to write pages upon pages of the worlds and words i've got beating through my skull.